Flamboyant Quiet Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Honeysuckle blossoms fill my head with their delicious aroma,
so sweet, and fragrant, carrying life's innocent naivete.

Lasting forever on winds of memories, feeling it even as I
speak, contradicting all who seek the past.

There is life along the way if we will only find where it
hides, bringing it out to change an ever-altering flamboyant
quiet mind.

Nothing ever lives long enough to die; when smelling honey-
suckle, we trip back into the past, live again for another
while.